Laura
I stood there, staring at him, my emotions in a tangled mess. My mind was screaming at me to run, to get out before I got hurt again. But my body… My body betrayed me. My skin was still tingling from the kiss, and I wanted more. God, I wanted more.
Before I could stop myself, I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him toward me. His lips met mine with a fiery passion that made my knees weak. It was desperate, hungry, like we were both starved for each other and had been denying it for too long.
This time, there was no hesitation, no fear of rejection. Just raw, unfiltered emotion. His hands were everywhere, sliding down my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. I felt the heat of his body, the strength in his arms, and it made me ache in ways I hadn't in so long. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard lines of his muscles beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, my fingers curling into the material as if I could pull him even closer.
His lips trailed from my mouth to my neck, and I let out a soft moan, my head tilting back to give him more access. His kisses were rough, needy, and I couldn't help but respond in kind. Every touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a fire in the pit of my stomach that I knew wouldn't be easily extinguished.
I felt like I was drowning in him, in the scent of him, the taste of him, the way his hands gripped me like he couldn't get enough. The world outside of this moment ceased to exist. There was no island, no looming danger, no complications, no Jackson. Just Jake and me, and this unbearable need that neither of us could ignore any longer.
He pulled me tighter against him, and I felt his desire as clearly as my own. It made me dizzy, the intensity of it, how badly I wanted him, how badly he seemed to want me too. Our mouths crashed together again, hungrier this time, more frantic, as if we were afraid this moment might slip through our fingers if we didn't seize it now.
His hands slid down to my waist, and I felt his fingers dig into my hips, pulling me against him until our bodies were pressed so tightly together I could hardly breathe. But I didn't care. Breathing was the last thing on my mind. I could feel the hard lines of his body, every inch of him, and it was driving me wild.
We stumbled backward, hitting the wall, but neither of us broke the kiss. If anything, it only made it more intense. I could feel the rough texture of the wall against my back, but all I could focus on was Jake's mouth, the way his tongue moved against mine, the way his breath hitched every time I kissed him back.
My hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, as if I could somehow make this moment last forever. I didn't want it to end. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
But then, suddenly, reality came crashing down. I broke the kiss, gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest like a wild drum. I looked up at him, my eyes wide, my breath coming in ragged gasps. What were we doing?
"Jake…" I whispered, my voice trembling. I didn't even know what I wanted to say.
But he didn't say anything. He just looked at me, his eyes dark and intense, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The tension between us was unbearable, the air so thick with desire I could hardly stand it.
But something shifted in that moment, something that made me panic. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to fall into something deep and unknown, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it. My heart was screaming at me to take the leap, but my mind was holding me back.
I pushed him away, harder this time, my hands shaking. "We… we just…" I stammered, turning away from him, trying to gather my thoughts, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
Jake stood there for a moment, silent, and I could feel his eyes on me, burning into my back. But he didn't say a word. He didn't try to stop me as I turned and bolted toward my room, my legs trembling with every step.
I slammed the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing hard. My heart was still racing, my body still on fire from his touch. But my mind was a mess. What had I done? What had we done?
I threw myself onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow, trying to make sense of the chaos in my head. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he'd kissed me, the way he'd touched me. I couldn't stop replaying it in my mind, over and over again.
But with every replay, came the nagging thought, had we just complicated things even more? Jake was my boss. There were boundaries, rules, things we couldn't cross, and yet… I had kissed him back. I had wanted it. No, I had craved it.
I sighed, rolling onto my back and staring up at the ceiling. I was in so deep, deeper than I had ever meant to go. And now, I didn't know how to get out. Did I even want to?
That night felt like it stretched on forever. I tossed and turned, my thoughts spinning in circles. I couldn't stop thinking about Jake, about that kiss, about the way his body had felt pressed against mine. My emotions were a tangled mess, a knot that I couldn't unravel, no matter how hard I tried.
And the worst part? I was in love with him. Deeply, hopelessly in love with Jake. And now, I had no idea what to do about it.
Ever since we've been stuck here, this was the only night I slept peacefully and it was because of Jake… our kiss.
The next morning, I woke up feeling exhausted, like I hadn't slept at all. My body felt heavy, my heart even more so. I lay in bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling, dreading the moment I would have to face Jake again. I didn't know how I was going to look him in the eye after everything that had happened.
But eventually, hunger won out. I couldn't stay in my room forever.
I got up, dragging myself out of bed, and headed toward the kitchen. As I entered the living room, I saw Jake sitting at the table, already dressed, his plate empty, his coffee cup in hand. He looked up when he saw me, his expression unreadable.
I hesitated for a moment, searching his eyes for some sign of what he was feeling. But there was nothing. No reaction, no indication that anything had happened last night. He was as calm and composed as ever, as if we hadn't just been tearing each other apart hours ago.
"Morning," I mumbled, heading toward the kitchen to grab something to eat. I tried to ignore the knot of nerves tightening in my stomach, but it was hard, especially when he was sitting right there, watching me.
"Morning," he replied, his voice steady, almost too steady. It was like nothing had changed, like we were still stuck in this weird limbo where neither of us acknowledged the truth.
I grabbed some food from the groceries we'd brought earlier, my hands shaking slightly as I made myself a quick breakfast. I could feel his eyes on me, and it was driving me crazy. Why wasn't he saying anything? Why was he acting like nothing had happened?
I finally sat down at the table, avoiding his gaze as I ate. The silence between us was thick, uncomfortable, and I could feel the tension simmering just below the surface.
"Laura," he said suddenly, breaking the silence.
I looked up at him, my heart skipping a beat. Was he finally going to talk about it? About last night?
But instead of addressing what had happened, he simply said, "I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to yell."
I blinked, confused. That was what he wanted to talk about? Not the kiss, not the fact that we had practically devoured each other last night, but the stupid argument we'd had before that?
"It's fine," I said quickly, trying to brush it off. "You don't have to apologize. You're my boss, right? There are boundaries."
The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but I forced them out anyway. Maybe if I said them enough times, I'd start to believe them.
"How was your night? Did you sleep well?" He asked while I frowned, leaning forward slightly.
"Yes, I did, you?" I asked too while he looked up at me and smiled.
I felt my heart skip again, a mix of relief and frustration flooding through me. Was he really going to go there now?